I'm hoping anyone in the path of a hurricane is hunkered down and safe. I have family in Florida and a best friend in Texas—who survived Harvey relatively unscathed—and they haven't seen the last of the crazy, intense storms.
From what I'm seeing on previews, it looks like The Last Ship will have a huge storm to deal with on screen. They're oddly in step with real world events, which is one of the bizarre yet cool things. Last week's episode ended up being way better than I thought it would be. And Mike didn't die so bonus points for that.
I'm completely caught up on Teen Wolf and, wow, things are getting super intense. Gerard is batshit, per usual, but on a whole new level. And the guidance teacher chick, whose name I never remember, is annoyingly single-minded. Looking forward to tonight's episode to see what new blast from the past appears.
I caught the finale of Killjoys and it didn't disappoint. I'm so happy we get two more seasons of this cast and crew. I'm very interested in where the storyline involving the lady will go. And, of course, I need my Jacobi brother fix… sandwiched or not.
I also got caught up and watched the finale of Wynonna Earp. This show… is total gold. Somewhat like Lost Girl, the show hasn't met a genre rule it won't break and I love it even more because of that. I'm excited to see what next season brings.
I should be starting The Defenders this week and catching up with season seven of Hawaii Five-0. I'm also thinking about starting the British drama Fearless, which stars one of my favorite actors.
That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from A Valentine Caper, a novella about a cupid who wants a normal guy.
Here's the mini-blurb:
A cupid, Lorna Heartshorn, is a workaholic who wants to spend Valentine's Day—the one day her magic doesn't work—with a mortal man who needs a hot woman. When Gus Shepler pops up on her radar, she thinks she's found the perfect guy and sets out to seduce him. No easy feat, since he's sworn off women after a string of bad luck and nasty break-ups.
And a preview snippet…
Gus Shepler paid for the six pack of craft beer and nodded to the cashier. "Thanks. Have a great night." He made his way to the front of the store and met up with Harvey and Mitchell, his two best friends from about age five.
Mitch slapped Gus on the back. "Dude, the cashier just licked her lips." He leaned in and lowered his voice. "Think she fancies you as a late night snack."
Harvey laughed out loud, thankfully after they'd exited the store, and nudged Gus's shoulder. "You oughtta run back in and get her number."
Gus rolled his eyes. "I told you guys I'm done. Off the market. Full on moratorium until otherwise noted." He'd had his fill of bad luck on the dating front.
Mitch popped the door of Gus's car open. "Look, man, fine. We'll back off." He slid into the passenger seat and waited until Harvey and Gus took their spots before adding more. "Harv and I just want you to find what we have."
Gus nodded. "And maybe I will someday." He shot Mitch a sideways glance. "At least I don't have to get all duded up for fancy-schmancy dinners this weekend."
Valentine's Day with the works. Both men had hot dates lined up with their longtime girlfriends. Gus used to love the holiday, always looking forward to the cheesy trappings—wine, flowers, dinner, dancing—and spending it with a woman who shared his passion. Sadly, his recent experiences put him off dating altogether.
Harv shook his head. "So, you're really going to spend V-day weekend holed up at your place, watching movies, eating junk food and drinking beer?" He grimaced.
Gus nodded. "Yep. Blessedly alone. You got it." No headaches, just a shit ton of action movies and a binge-eating fest.
Not exactly healthy, but he could trash eat one day of the year, right?
Mitch added his two cents. "You're not even going to try to hook up with any of your former flames for a booty call?"
Gus shot him a quick glance. "Are you kidding? Mirina has too much baggage between her ex and her parents trying to run her life. Sali probably wouldn't be able to find the time to meet somewhere, let alone spare the time for a conversation—"
Harv snapped his fingers. "She's the one who wanted you to be available when she called and got pissed when you had to, you know, actually go to work like a normal person, right?"
Gus bobbed his head. "That's the one." He made a quick turn on the street the guys lived on. "Brenna's out because she kept calling me Brad… because she was dating him at the same time she was going out with me." He stopped in front of Harv's house. "And Jeanie, well, I'm pretty sure she's got a date with her husband for Valentine's Day."
Mitch rolled his eyes. "We'll give you that one. Open relationship or not, she could've at least clued you in to her marital status."
Damn straight. Gus couldn't care less how Jeanie and her husband defined wedded bliss, but he didn't appreciate the unexpected arrival of the man during a steamy encounter.
Harv popped the door open. "On that note, maybe your idea of solo fun isn't a bad one." He tapped on the roof of the car. "I'll drive tomorrow. Pick you guys up around six?"
Gus and Mitch gave Harvey a thumbs-up and he waved before heading up the walk to his small cottage. Gus pulled away from the curb and drove four blocks to stop in front of Mitch's apartment housed on the lower level of a huge brownstone. He put the vehicle in park and waited for Mitch to exit.
His friend heaved a sigh. "You're sure you won't change your mind and try to find a date?"
Gus shook his head. "Why is this such a big deal for you two? Not like we all haven't gone through dry spells before." He seriously didn't get their concern.
Mitch shrugged. "You think we haven't noticed the whole restless thing you've been doing lately?" His hand lingered on the door handle. "We've been friends for how long? A dry spell is one thing… this feels like something more." He got out and ducked his head back into the interior. "Catch you tomorrow."
Gus sat outside the brownstone for a while, mulling over Mitch's observation. Gus finally turned on the engine and headed down the street, turning at the next left. He lived two blocks up and one road down in a small two-story house he'd inherited from his grandmother. Pulling into his driveway, he barely remembered parking and getting out. He put his beer away on autopilot and wandered into his living room, turning the television on and settling onto the couch, kicking his feet up on the cushion.
When had the itchy feet feeling started? Because Mitch and Harvey weren't wrong. Gus had a vague unsettled yearning for something else.
If asked, he'd be hard-pressed to say what, though.
Flipping through the channels, he landed on an old classic film and placed the remote on the table. He'd have to take some time and think hard about life and what he really wanted.
But not right now. At the moment, a movie and some sleep sounded pretty damn good.
Lorna will have her work cut out. Gus isn't going to be easy to hook up with.
That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye
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